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alphaflyer:

Stunning.

catseverywhere:

[Cue Celine Dion]
12-year-old girl: I don't want kids when I grow up.
Society: You'll change your mind when you get older. You're only 12. You're too young to know what you want.
16-year-old girl: I'm pregnant.
Society: How could you be so stupid? Do you know anything about safe sex? You should be ashamed.
20-year-old woman: I'm a single mother with an infant son.
Society: You should've gone to college first. You need a stable career before you can support a child.
33-year-old woman: I'm married and my spouse and I both have stable careers. I have two young daughters now.
Society: You're not staying home? Who's going to take care of them? You're just going to put them in day care while you work? That's selfish of you. You can't expect to raise decent kids with a full-time job.
45-year-old woman: I just had my first child.
Society: Why would you have a child when you're that old? Do you realize the health risks of being pregnant at your age? When your kid is a teenager you'll be a senior citizen. That's inconsiderate of you.
60-year-old woman: I haven't had any children.
Society: Your life must be so unfulfilling. Is there something wrong with you? Why didn't you want kids? How strange.

     ”Did you know that Dougal wants us to marry?” I demanded bluntly.     His expression cleared. “Oh, aye. I knew that.”     ”But surely,” I said, “a young man like yourself; I mean, isn’t there anyone else you’re, ah, interested in?” He looked blank for a moment, then understanding dawned.     ”Oh, am I promised? Nay, I’m no match of a prospect for a girl.” He hurried on, as though feeling this might sound insulting. “I mean, I’ve no property to speak of, and nothing more than a soldier’s pay to live on.”     He rubbed his chin, eyeing me dubiously. “Then there’s the minor difficulty that I’ve a price on my head. No father much wants his daughter married to a man as may be arrested and hanged any time. Did ye think of that?”     I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try.     ”Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin? He hesitated a moment before answering.     ”Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.     ”Reckon one of us should know what they’re doing,” he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.

- pg. 255, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

     ”Did you know that Dougal wants us to marry?” I demanded bluntly.
     His expression cleared. “Oh, aye. I knew that.”
     ”But surely,” I said, “a young man like yourself; I mean, isn’t there anyone else you’re, ah, interested in?” He looked blank for a moment, then understanding dawned.
     ”Oh, am I promised? Nay, I’m no match of a prospect for a girl.” He hurried on, as though feeling this might sound insulting. “I mean, I’ve no property to speak of, and nothing more than a soldier’s pay to live on.”
     He rubbed his chin, eyeing me dubiously. “Then there’s the minor difficulty that I’ve a price on my head. No father much wants his daughter married to a man as may be arrested and hanged any time. Did ye think of that?”
     I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try.
     ”Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin? He hesitated a moment before answering.
     ”Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.
     ”Reckon one of us should know what they’re doing,” he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.

- pg. 255, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon


And maybe I was more confident. And I don’t know, something about this one just felt right. This part felt different. I knew this character. I felt a connection with him. x

And maybe I was more confident. And I don’t know, something about this one just felt right. This part felt different. I knew this character. I felt a connection with him. x

A Swiss couple agreed to babysit for their friend, who gave them some rather excessive instructions on how to care for the 6-month-old. In return, they Photoshopped a series of “worst-case scenarios” in order to send hourly photo-updates on how the baby was doing.

michelemouse:

Tomb Raider: The Last Revelation (IV) - Khufu’s Queen’s Pyramids [Part1]

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mechcanuck:

magpiedminx:

That explains why the philosophy and meaning got traded for violence and lens flares.

"We decided that the only way people would enjoy Star Trek was to destroy its values and make it stupid"

Kiss my balls Abrams.

May the force be ever in your favor, Harry.
Gandalf (The Chronicles of Narnia)

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seraphica:

Fantastic Foxes [via/sources]

IF YOU DONT LIKE FOXES YOU ARE WEIRD AND NEED TO BE ERADICATED